Unfortunately, there is no camera, Lu Nanliu remembered the convenient and fast digital cameras in later generations. If he had a start-up capital and bought the relevant patent, wouldn’t he be able to make a lot of money?

It’s a pity that Samsung and Sony are not like the stupid ones? A person’s wisdom is limited, while a group of people’s wisdom is a bit terrible. It is not such a thing that can be scientifically and rigorously inferred to the future development of science and technology. At least Lu Nan can be sure that even if he is not reborn, he can roughly guess that more people will come to play in Qingyi Mountain in the future.

After walking around for a few times, I suddenly found seven or eight figures shaking not far away, pointing around an old man sitting. Their common feature is that each has a drawing board.

When Lu Nan approached, he heard the white-haired old man pointing to Meilin and said, "Plum blossoms are high-standard and unique, not afraid of the cold. They are the first of the flowers in spring, so they are called "Flower Courtesan". Their trunk branches are like iron bones; their flowers are bright but not vulgar; whether they are painting and folded branches or multiplying plants, getting their shape is the basis for getting started, and conveying their spirit is the real ability."

"Old Gu, but the plum tree has not bloomed yet!" asked a student.

"The plum blossoms are still plum blossoms." Mr. Gu turned his head, looked at him, and continued: "For thousands of years, famous plum blossom artists have emerged. As far as the Qing Dynasty, Zhu Da, Shi Tao and the "Eight Eccentrics of Yangzhou", modern Wu Changshuo, Qi Baishi, contemporary Guanshanyue, Dong Shouping, Wang Chengxi and others have painted a large number of excellent plum blossom works."

"The plum paintings in Chinese paintings emphasize the word "style". They are twisted and twisted, and their strong branches are just superficial images."

Mr. Gu told the story of Duan Huamei and began to give detailed instructions on techniques. Although Lu Nan was interested, it was a pity that he had never known any knowledge of painting and was still confused after listening to it for a long time.

A group of students nodded, some were thinking, and some were impatient to leave the drawing board, opened the painting kit, and began to trace the plum trees. Some people saw Lu Nan and others, but after a few glances, no one cared about it.

Lu Dongsheng and Tu Fangjun had been here to watch the fun. Yu Yan was a little afraid of seeing strangers, so she hid behind Lu Nan and asked in a low voice: "Brother Xiaonan, what do they do?"

"Well, I should be a student from Hanzhong Normal University, maybe from the Department of Fine Arts."

"How do you know?" Lu Dongsheng asked curiously with his eyes.

"They are wearing school uniforms." Lu Nan rolled his eyes, turned around and left.

Lu Nan was not interested in these things. He was about to leave when he saw Meilin and the stream. It was probably the garbage thrown by the students eating bread and tea eggs.

Frowning, Lu Nan bent down and began to pick up the garbage. Lu Dongsheng had to talk too much. Lu Nan glared at him again, so scared that he didn't dare to say anything else, so he picked it up.

A girl who was painting saw Lu Nan and others blushing, quickly put down her pen and ran over, and said apologizing: "Little boy, I'm sorry. We originally planned to take the garbage back when we left."

Lu Nan didn't care whether what she said was true or not, and smiled, but didn't say anything. The girl pursed her lips, ran back to Mr. Gu, and whispered a few words in his ear.

Mr. Gu looked back in shock, squinted his eyes for a while, got up and walked over, and praised with a smile: "Little classmate, where did you come from?"

"We are from Lujiagou Village." Lu Nan replied.

"Well, what you did, you can compare these college students! We have been caring for the environment and protecting the environment since we were young, which is very good!" Mr. Gu turned around, waved his hand, and shouted: "Come here!"

A group of college students actually stopped reading, and they were embarrassed to admit their mistakes because they believed in their identity. When Mr. Gu said, they rushed over and picked up the garbage. Some were afraid that they would not be able to pick up enough, and some of them picked up a few pieces of soil and stones, which were heavy in the bag and held in their hands. They cleverly held the hands of several children, took out the food from their bags and stuffed them into their hands, and kept praising and criticizing themselves.

Lu Dongsheng and the other two had never seen such a situation. Faced with such enthusiasm, they couldn't help but retreat, blushed and could not say a word. Mr. Gu ignored him and asked about the rural customs with Lu Nan's hand. Lu Nan answered one by one, and gradually there were a lot of people around the two.

At first, everyone just liked this delicate and steady child. After a while, they became fascinated by the sound, and then they looked at him with a little surprise.

Lu Nan is familiar with the allusions of Qingyi Mountain and is very knowledgeable about rural life. He uses words and describing words and words. He even recites an ancient poem about Qingyi Mountain casually, "Seeing the mountains good after the rain, the mountains are clear and rainy. Cloud cliffs fly and simple, and stones are covered with moss."

The more Mr. Gu listened, the more he felt strange, and the more he looked at him, the more he became happy. Looking at Lu Nan's clear and energetic eyes, a word suddenly emerged from his heart: Friendship forgetting the ages.

After Lu Nan finished telling the story, he put the packed garbage into a big bag, and waved his hand with a smile: "Grandpa, we're leaving."

"Wait!" Old Gu grabbed Lu Nan's hand and asked, "What's your name?"

"My name is Lu Nan."

Mr. Gu pondered, shook his head again, feeling quite a pity. This child is a genius, but he is a little younger. If he is already in high school, he will take him to his disciples no matter what.

"Lu Nan, come on, you four children sit down at will, I will draw a picture for you!"

Mr. Gu wanted to paint, and the disciples were in a panic and handed the pencil on the drawing board. Unexpectedly, he waved his hand and said, "I will paint landscapes and bring a brush."

Several children were sitting under the tree, and they were a little nervous at first. Lu Nan picked up a few stones casually and took them to throw sandbags. After a while, Yu Yan giggled.

Mr. Gu splashed ink and wrote like clouds and smoke. In less than half an hour, a modern freehand painting of landscapes was freshly released. Carefully put the big words "Mei Lin Game Picture" on the topic, and then put the two lines of small words "Ji Xia travels to Qingyi Mountain for children in Lunan" on the lower forehead. The signature is "Written by Gu Xilu in July 1991."

After using a seal and a seal, he smiled and waved, "Lu Nan, come and see."

Behind him are old trunks and branches, the sky is washed, and the distance is light ink and green mountains, and the sky is thousands of miles away. Four innocent and cute children sit or lie in the green plum forest. Mr. Gu is worthy of being a master. He outlines a few strokes and uses ink to refine it, but he vividly grasps the expressions of several people, especially the eyes of the four people, each with different charm.

Lu Nan leaned against the plum tree, squinting his eyes in a daze. Lu Dongsheng stared at his eyes, holding two small stones tightly in his hand. Yu Yan snuggled beside Lu Nan, only looking at his face, unconsciously holding a grass in his hand, looking at everything with no worries. Tu Fangjun held his chin and looked nervously at the grassland, as if he wanted to grab Lu Dongsheng's arm at any time. The blank space was left with a poem: "I want to give it to thousands of miles, but the mountains and rivers are separated. Han Ying is sitting and disappearing, so why comfort the distant guest?"

"My friend Lu Nan, I'll give you this painting." Gu Xilu pondered for a moment. He wanted to say clichés like "study hard", but when he spoke, he changed. "If you have the chance, go to Normal University to find me."

"Thank you Grandpa Gu!" Lu Nan searched for this name in his memory. Obviously, in his previous life, both managers and farmers were thousands of miles apart from artists and professors. But he knew that Mr. Gu was at least a university professor, and probably a celebrity in society. Such a master of calligraphy and painting was of great success. The value of his painting and painting was perhaps far beyond the work itself.

The four children followed Mr. Gu and his group down the mountain. Lu Nan invited Mr. Gu to visit the shrimp farm. Unfortunately, Mr. Gu was nervous and declined politely, saying that he would wait until the plum blossoms bloom in winter before coming. He sent them to the minibus waiting at the foot of the mountain and waved goodbye.

Seeing that Lu Nan was a little reluctant, Lu Dongsheng scratched his head: "Xiao Nan, do you want to learn to draw?"

Lu Nan rolled his eyes and ignored him. Instead, Tu Fangjun said, "Is the paintings drawn by Grandpa Gu valuable?" Seeing his rare expression, Lu Nan held the scroll in his armpit and pulled Yu Yan away.

What a pity! Lu Nan is actually thinking about Gu Xilu’s good handwriting and Baishui shrimp farm, isn’t he still lacking a decent sign?

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Stars in the sky at midnight

Flashing on the dark Neva River,

And Wuyou's head is covered with peaceful dreams

Heavy pressure, sleeping quietly,

The poor lights are still staying up late - vote, brother!

【Excerpt from Pushkin's "Ode to Freedom"】
Chapter completed!